Distracted by the unexpected
Arrival of cooing, nest building
Mourning doves in our twinned
Cypresses, I set down
An anthology of Poems Inspired
By the Life and Work
Of William Carlos Williams and try
Excitedly to capture
The moment that is about
To fly away until I hear
A soft whooshing sound
And turn to see that
One has landed and is now
Looking for twigs
A scant few feet away.
nice combination: birdwatcher and poet. looking forward to cyclist and poet
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The mourning doves have the most haunting and poetic call, especially in the early morning just after the sun rises. So sad and so beautiful. Thanks for this poem.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad this one touched you, Paul; thanks for letting me know.
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